Shen Mo chuckled, his usually deep eyes now shining brightly like a beam of light.
He said, "Okay."
…………
Gu Jia gradually recovered under the treatment of the imperial physician, and Yu Huo was also greatly reduced with the help of Qin Moyu's Red Lotus Karmic Fire.
What puzzled the imperial physicians was that the amount of Yu Huo in Gu Jia's body had decreased, but the Red Lotus Karmic Fire did not dissolve along with Yu Huo as Qin Moyu had done when treating others before. Instead, a portion of it remained circulating in Gu Jia's body. No one could explain why this was, but fortunately, Gu Jia still managed to wake up the night before the ceremony.
When he woke up, he was still a little confused looking at the unfamiliar ceiling. It wasn't until he saw Qin Moyu that he realized he was really not in the Guanlan Sect.
"Are you alright?" Qin Moyu helped Gu Jia sit up on the bed.
"It's nothing." Gu Jia's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. The day before, he had dressed flamboyantly and talked a lot of nonsense in front of Qin Moyu, but now he was unusually silent, his expression was gloomy, and he looked extremely dejected.
Qin Moyu could tell he was in a bad mood, but she didn't ask him why he was like this. She just handed him a glass of water.
"Thank you." Gu Jia took the water and drank a sip; his voice finally sounded much normal.
"I'll go call Senior Xuanqing over." Qin Moyu said, about to get up, but Gu Jia stopped her.
Qin Moyu looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Gu Jia grasped Qin Moyu's sleeve and gently shook his head.
"Can you talk to me?"
There was a hint of pleading in his eyes.
Qin Moyu sighed, pulled up a chair and sat down next to Gu Jia, which was taken as tacit agreement.
After a moment of silence, Gu Jia slowly spoke.
“I was picked up by my father—he saw me abandoned on the roadside and took me in as his son.” Gu Jia twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t manage to.
Qin Moyu remained silent. He knew that Gu Jia didn't need any agreement right now; he just needed someone to listen to him.
Sure enough, Gu Jia continued speaking on his own:
“My senior brothers and sisters have been very good to me. Before the Four Continents War, they told me that they would come back when I grew taller than them… but they lied to me and haven’t come back yet.”
"I counted on my fingers... I counted... the days passed by one by one, I grew taller than them, but I could never see them again."
Gu Jia's voice gradually lowered, ethereal as if it came from afar.
Qin Moyu was startled, and her mind uncontrollably recalled her past life.
Both were taken in by others and met a kind dean who promised to help them after they graduated from university. However, the dean unfortunately passed away before their graduation, and they never saw each other again.
The memories that had been deliberately forgotten in my mind were stirring, trying to break through the barriers I had erected and reappear.
"Qin Moyu".
In a daze, someone called out Qin Moyu's name. He looked up and saw Gu Jia's mysterious smile.
"You really don't remember how you got here?"
Chapter 86. Once upon a time in this world, after the fall...
The memories were not erased, but deliberately concealed, so that Qin Moyu could remember the general events but the details and emotions were blurred.
Memories are shrouded in mist, and in the haze, it seems I've returned to that day.
The air was filled with the earthy smell of rain. By the time she caught the bus back, it was past the dormitory curfew, so Qin Moyu had to drag her tired body along the way to find a hotel with available rooms.
The city was still brightly lit at night, but not a single light was lit for Qin Moyu.
In the dim light, his solitary figure looked particularly lonely.
The long journey made Qin Moyu's feet ache with every step, but no pain could compare to the pain of learning of the dean's death.
Pack your things, buy tickets, go to the funeral home...
Even after the dean's body was pushed into the incinerator, Qin Moyu was still in shock from the devastating news. He held the dean's urn and sat there blankly for a long time until his phone rang, reminding him to catch his train. Only then did he leave, as if in a daze.
The dean's death was like a whirlpool, not only taking away Qin Moyu's only relative, but also swallowing all his enthusiasm for life.
Qin Moyu knew that the director was in poor health. In order to raise the children in the orphanage, she always worked very late to keep the orphanage going. She tried her best to send the eligible children to adoptive families, but there were still a few children left behind.
These children were all abandoned due to congenital diseases, and then rejected by their adoptive families. They either died young in the winter or left quietly in hospital wards filled with disinfectant.
—Only Qin Moyu was the only healthy child who survived.
Actually, with Qin Moyu's appearance, finding an adoptive family would be a simple matter. However, when the director pushed Qin Moyu towards her adoptive parents, Qin Moyu didn't cry or make a fuss, but just looked at her sadly. This made her unable to say anything to ask Qin Moyu to leave.
That small orphanage was once filled with the laughter and cries of children. In the end, only the director and Qin Moyu were left to depend on each other. When they learned that Qin Moyu had been admitted to university, they were both overjoyed.
Qin Moyu was happy because he could finally earn money to pay for the hospital director's medical treatment, allowing her to enjoy her later years in peace.
What the dean was thinking was that Qin Moyu could finally live independently after leaving him.
"Come visit me after you graduate!"
Qin Moyu spoke to the dean on the other end of the phone, smiling shyly.